Merry fucking Christmas, Pennsylvania. Least I've got a couple friends up here.

Had an awkward conversation with my parents and sister over the phone. That was something I never want to do again. At least it's over now.

I wish that my life was back to normal. Is that too much to ask for Christmas? How about New Year's? Or my birthday?

It's all too much right now. Even Defiled Shepherd is telling me to fall off the grid and just try to stop thinking about all of this, and her first response is usually "let me take over and kill them."

At least I can get writing again. I really missed it. Not too far along, but I have enough ideas to keep the plot moving. No chance of me graduating high school right now, after missing more than two weeks of it, including finals week, so I've got plenty of time.

Don't expect another post for a while. Part of falling off the grid.

See ya eventually.

Hope I'm sane by then.